You don't look at the clock. You don't sit down. You don't look tired, or impatient, or frustrated. You act as though there's nowhere else you'd rather be than here, like nothing is more important than this moment.
Today, as Mrs. Dude is late in her 30-something week of pregnancy, I am hoping for a day without labor. A day without contractions and any of the other messy stuff that precedes the birth of a baby.